Dazza, Danny, and Lollipop

19

Female

Straight

Currently single

Single nose ring and small holes from now removed earrings

San Jose, CA

When someone says they died of poison, images of assassinations, foul play, and dramatic murder come to mind. No one expects that you died because from your own stupidity.

Danielle was always a smart-ish girl, a B/C student all her life, capable of handling herself. But sometimes she does overlook some things, for example, forgetting to look up what minerals and gemstones are poisonous to humans and that kill once ingested. So after dipping what she assumed was a harmless mix of azurite and cinnabar (among other things) into her morning drink turned to disaster once she began vomiting all over the coffee table. She would’ve survived had she had the brains and the calm to call emergency services, but as feverish as she was at the moment, all she could do was pass out and die slowly while stewing in her own filth.

The poison circulated through her quickly and took her swiftly, her body wasn’t discovered until a week later when neighbours complained about a foul order.

1 year

Danielle’s life was as simple as they get. Simple girl with simple needs in a simple school with simple friends. Her life wasn’t something you could make a documentary out of. She went through life with an apathetic demeanor and tight lips, going with the flow with little to no ambition. However, she was very sensitive and artistic, her cold and uncaring outwards appearance was just a facade to hide the person within her that just wanted to sip coffee and sigh about art. And so she just waded through life, taking the classes she needed to take, talking to the people she had to talk to, all with the goal of getting into college in order to get an office job she’ll hate even though she wanted to write instead.

However, this “eh, whatever attitude started to get to her. She felt as if she was losing control over her life and that nothing really mattered, she wanted something to make her feel as if she was in charge again and that’s how she picked up the craft that eventually lead to her death.

Danielle was never really a superstitious or religious person, and she still wasn’t one after picking up the craft, she burnt basil and made good luck jars in the same way someone would tell an actor to break a leg or throw salt over their shoulder. And she did mostly do it for the aesthetic. She kept her practice secret, fearing ridicule or ostracisation, and just did her thing. This would’ve been fine had she not have accidently thrown poisonous materials into her spiritual works and now look at her, she’s dead. Sorta.

Danielle’s “rebirth” was a very special moment for her.

At first she thought that the major religions were right and that she was going to be sent to hell for mixing lavender and tulips, but after a few moments of not burning in an eternal fire, she assumed she was either in purgatory or a ghost, maybe both.

But the transformation from reckless teen to casper did have a toll on her. She grew bitter and regretful, thinking about all the opportunities she has to miss on now, all the times she didn’t tell her parents she loved them, all that sap had cocooned her into her old apathetic and ever so slightly depressed self again. What was there to live for now? Was being able to watch any movie for free now worth the total isolation? Was the fear of passing into the unknown greater?

All these muddled up thoughts that accumulated into an ever buzzing question of “what now?” Until of course a strange person offered her a deal she couldn’t refuse...

Ayrie, Little Warrior, Survivor

20

Female (she/her)

Pansexual

Single and ready to mingle

A long scar in the center on her chest from the many heart surgeries she's had.

Ballymacarbry, Ireland

She died of a broken heart.

Literally of course, and not like a hopeless romantic, more like being born with a deformed heart. Slow and painful, which is best how to describe her suffering in life, not that she'd admit to it, the constant smile on her face would have told you otherwise. She believed her existence was selfish, forcing her mother to pay bill after bill, Ayren unable to work due to her fragility and ability to get sick at a drop of a hat. It was because of this guilt that despite everyone's efforts, she tried to help out as much she could, be it cleaning up the house she was imprisoned in, cooking or just listening to your troubles.

Of course then came the one day she didn't wake up, her heart had simply given out after years of straining. As boring and unheroic much to her disappoint it was, her death definitely surprised her mother when she found her daughter's lifeless body, something's she's tried to prepare for all of Ayren's life. Sort of like a fire drill, but instead of a fire consuming her home, it was the fire of her child's life that had been extinguished.

Two

Born in a small village literally none had heard of in the middle of nowhere in Ireland, it suited the empty shell of a person Ayren would grow up to be, existing but never to be heard of. She was apparently the luckier of the twins that were born, her brother never making it, but she somehow had. Her father was just a mistake of a drunkard who was more than likely dead in a ditch by the time she came into the world. Not that he mattered much anyway. What did matter, though, would be the trials and tribulations Ayren put her mother through just by being alive.

It was obvious that she was not a healthy child to start with, being born too soon didn't help. What did help was moving to the states where opportunities were, but with the cost of the family farm, that had been in the family for decades as well any other possession previously held dear, sold. Now with easier access to doctors and other medical needs, Ayren was able to show vital signs of living, but not exactly live.

Ayren was constantly fussed over; a cool draft could become the flu, and the flu could be the end. With a weak heart and weak immune system, she was home schooled and made very little interaction aside from her doctors and mother. She never really felt annoyed by the attention, more so felt guilty for being the cause of so much stress. As a result, she always tried to make those around her happy. Usually in charming ways, be it compliments, singing, jokes, to more harmful like lying about not feeling well to playing like she's getting better, which of course leads to collapsing and causing more worry. Let's just say life wasn't good for Ayren, who tried to milk as much joy out of her dried out boring life as she could.

Until the very end, she tried to make life about others. Remembering the one nurse who drew her blood's favorite flowers, and making them out of origami (which she learned from another nurse who she complimented), saying happy birthday to one doctor, or asking how the grandchild of a regular patient did at his play. Ayren wanted anyone and everyone to feel the happiness she'd never be able to have, but despite her lack of self-worth, she touched those around her without knowing it.

Ironically in death, she's filled in the husk of a person she could have been, being able to do the things she never was able to whilst constantly bedridden. She has become more keen to explore the world and all its secrets and wonders. Ayren feels lighter than air now that she had shed her constant fear of dying at a moment's notice. It's now her time to shine, despite not really existing anymore, and she's ready to experience what it means to live at any cost.

Holly Nicola Bayer

26

Female

Straight

Single

Her ears are pierced, but that's pretty much it for piercings. However, she does have a couple tattoos. She has one on her right arm. She also has two tattoos on her legs.

Fort Smith, Arkansas

After a day of teaching a group of first-graders, Holly just wanted to get home. It was a winter night, and she was driving home in her red Honda Pilot. Her two twin girls were in the back, working on their math homework and eating their Wendy's meals. Holly had had to stay late for a teacher's meeting, so they all had to get Wendy's instead of the usual homemade meal.

Suddenly, a car with bright headlights came barreling down the freeway, coming straight for their car. Not given enough time to react, Holly watched in terror as the other car hit the side of her car, ramming the Pilot onto the slippery ice. The twins were screaming and crying in the back as the car slipped across the ice. The car ended up going into the ditch, breaking the driver's seat window and flinging Holly out the windshield. Fortunately, the two girls were safe and sound in the car, though unconscious and having a few broken bones.

Holly, however, died immediately on impact. The throw out of the car combined with the hard impact of the other car damaged her brain, resulting in her death.

Four years.

Holly was born in Fort Smith, Arkansas to a loving mother and father. They were both extremely creative- her mother a painter and her father an architectural designer. Of course, her house was a constant mess- paint covered every inch of the walls, and popsicle stick models were everywhere. Due to a constant exposure to art, Holly picked up a love of sculpting when she was eight. Pretty soon, her ceramics became a fixture in the house as well- in two years, all of their dishware (except for the silverware and knives) were created by Holly. She made vases for flowers too. All of her sculptures were painted in a fun pattern.

Holly was homeschooled- a courtesy of having a mother and a father who worked from home. Holly's education was unorganized and messy at best. Times reserved for 'school' were often spent on other activities, such as sculpting or hunting with her father. But Holly learned all the things she needed to.

When Holly was 17, her father abruptly died of a heart attack. Her mother followed soon after, dying of a stroke when Holly was 18. Left alone in the world, pursued a degree in education.

When Holly was 18, the same year when her mother died, she became pregnant with two twin girls. The father was a man who had dated her, got her pregnant, and left. Yeah, he was a real player. When she gave birth to the girls, she named them Lucia and Eloria. She was a real sucker for unique baby names, and she kept up the Christmas theme in her family that started with her mother Noelle.

Holly managed to graduate from college when she was 22 with a degree in education. She got a job at a local elementary school as a teacher to some first-graders. Even though she had a real job, Holly kept up with her sculpting and became somewhat of a local sensation.

When Holly died, she had expected to go to heaven. Dwell with God as her parents had told her she would. But instead, she became a ghost, watching life in Fort Smith continue on without her. She watched her own funeral, not able to comfort her now-motherless two girls. After her death, she became bitter and sad, her cheery nature almost nonexistent.

But four years is a long time to be dead. She eventually regained her old personality, with a couple modifications. She had just come to accept the fact that she was dead when a stranger came to her with an offer that she couldn't reject.